Qingqing Has a New Love?

Winston went to add firewood after bathing and eating. When he returned to the bedroom, Bai Qingqing was already asleep.

He quietly crawled into bed. Although his movements were extremely light and slow, he still woke her.

The temperature in the house was delightfully warm, but Bai Qingqing curled up with an uncomfortable expression and mumbled.

"Why has Qingqing been talking in her sleep these past few days?" Parker asked. "Is she having nightmares?"

"Saint Zach…" Bai Qingqing made the same mumbling sounds and curled up even more tightly.

Parker quickly hugged her and gently patted her back. Her expression then became much more relaxed and the sleeptalking stopped, perhaps because she felt the warmth of her mate.

"Saint what? She must be worried sick about An'an," Parker said as he glanced at Winston, his blood instantly boiling.

If he didn't choose to mate with her when he was poisoned, An'an wouldn't be suffering this much now.